Smooth

Smooth

Smooth

By. Csiguylalala

man its a hot one
like seven inches
from the mid day sun
well i hear you whisper
and your words melt everyone
but you stay so cool
my moana kita
my spanish holla mona lisa
your my reason for reason
the step in my groove

Thats what he was smooth. He was much hoter than the sun itself, it was like he was scorching even when Sanji was standing near him, just like the mid day sun. A feeling the cook would have loved to feel alover his body, like a whisper that would melt any soul. The way he moved with the three swords he prized so much was like art, an art not even Sanji himself knew the name of. He moved as if nothing could stop him. His body acted as if it
were a ship on the ocean, every movement so unpredictable like the waves themselves.

and if you said
this life ain't good enough
I would give
my world to lift you up
i could change my life
to better suit your mood
cause your so smooth
and its just like the ocean
under the moon
its the same steel emotion
that i get from you
you got the kind of lovin
that can be so smooth yeah
give me your heart make it real
or else forget about it

Sanji's thoughts were dessrupted as a feeling of some others presence struck him. He turned quickly ot find no one there, only the darkness of the deck to greet him. The feeling wouldn't leave as long as Sanji stood on the deck in the dark. He knew he had nothing to fear, there were no marines on the ship as far as his eyes could see, unless it were his energetic captain, the rubber boy wanting a late night snack. Still there was no one there. With a sigh, the cook turned his back to the darkness, to only get the feeling back full force. He crushed his ciggerett out swiftly and turned on heel to find a green haird swordsmen leaning against a poll. Sanji stared at him in awe as his appearance was the only thing that struck him. The sword fighter wore a black suit opend all the way shirt and coat exposing his rich golden sun tanned skin. His head was down, so Sanji couldn't see what emotion was running through his head. But as if he read the cook's mind, his green haird nakami lifted his head up to reaveal emerald eyes shining with an emotion as strong as steel.

The swordsmen came closer, his every movement careless but smooth. Sanji backed up until he was trapped between the rail and Zolo. The smile on his face was jsut like his moves, graceful, and tempting.

"That look in your eyes, suggests that you were doing more than thinking Sanji" his voice came low and rich, like the midnight air. The sound of his name rolling off of his lips caused Sanji to touch his chest as if he weren't there.

"How would you know?" his voice came out shaky. a finger went underneath the cooks chin and he looked up into Zolo's eyes. They were like mirrors, showing Sanji exactly what the swordsmen was seeing.

"Because, we are alike, almost one in the same." he spoke in a whisper.

well I'll tell you one thing
if you would leave
it would be a crying shame
in every breath
and every word
I hear your name
calling me out
and out form the body love
you hear my rythem
on your radio
you feel the turning of the world
so soft and slow
turning you round and round

Sanji found himself meeting the swordsmen in a kiss that would have parted the seas if it were possible. Zolo's hands ran over his body like a feather as they lighlty tugged the blue shirt he wore outof his pants causing Sanji's breath to catch in realization. This wasn't a dream at all. Zolo stood infront of him, his chest exposed, his skin as hot as the sun, and Sanji's heart beating rapidly. He couldn't stop himself. The cook gripped the back of Zolo's head and their lips met once more for a kiss. their tongues dueling for dominance, a thin shin of saliva making its way down their chins. In reply to his actions, Zolo ubuttoned his blue shirt, exposing his semi tan skin to the night air that was warm like the light breathing of another. Sanji moaned softly as the swordmens lips broke form his and advanced towards his neck. The cook gripped the Zolo's shirt and jacket and tugged them down his shoulders, bringing into view just exactly what the swordmen built while training everyday. His skin was hot to the touch, and more pleasurable than what he treully imagined.

"So warm" Sanji whispered, and Zolo smiled to himself. His shirt and jacket along with Sanji's blue shirt fell to their feet as Zolo proceeded lower to the cook's belt. In less than 2 minutes Sanji's black trademark pants pooled around his feet. He couldn't surpress the maon that came from his lips as Zolo advaced lower. Sanji toed his shoes off and freed Zolo from his tight imprisonment as well, his arousal more than waiting.

and if you said
this life ain't good enough
I would give
my world to lift you up
i could change my life
to better suit your mood
cause your so smooth
and its just like the ocean
under the moon
its the same steel emotion
that i get from you
you got the kind of lovin
that can be so smooth yeah
give me your heart make it real
or else forget about it

They hit the floor of the deck, their bodies entangled, Zolo thrusting deep into Sanji, his breath sounding in the cooks ear. Sanji only met each thrust with as much power as his body would let him. Zolo nipt his neck gently and a gasp sounded in the ocena air as Sanji arched for body to press closer to his. He wanted more of the sword fighter, he wanted to feel ever last emotion till he released. Sanji's eyes were squeezed shut as the emotions took over every fiber of his being and he felt as if he were out side of his body, Sanji's heart still acheing for the hardness of Zolo inside him. That's when the swordmens hand snuck between them and stroked Sanji's own arousal, getting faster and faster with every stroke until he had Sanji begging for realease. With ine final thrust and a mind shattering kiss, Sanji climaxed, his body arching up into Zolo's, his hands gripping the the sword fighters shoulders. Zolo cried out and collapsed ontop of Sanji, his breath harsh and warm on the cook's skin.

They lay there letting there previous activities slowly leave their bodies, Zolo's warmth still flowing inside Sanji.

"Your just like the ocean" Saniji whispered hie face pearing into the sky over Zolo's shoulder.

"Whys that?" he heard the swordsmen reply. Sanji's stroked his grenn hair and sighed.

"Your so smooth" he answered. The words he knew would never make since to Zolo, but in time Sanji knew they would. The man ontop of him was as hot as the scorching sun, and as unpredictable as the waves in the ocean, and everything about hte green haird marimo head was so tempting and undeniably smooth.

and its just like the ocean
under the moon
its the same steel emotion
that i get from you
you got the kind of lovin
that can be so smooth yeah
give me your heart make it real
or else forget about it


End